Saturday Spo-bits

Once in a while I get complaints I write about something and there is no follow-up or closure. Life is like that at times folks. Since I adore Spo-fans (and the Board of Directors Here at Spo-Reflections says I have to or else) here are some updates for them Spo-fans who are wondering what has happened since I last wrote about my daily doings.

After a week of wet weather more suitable to Seattle than Phoenix the sun has returned and all it back to normal. At least the cacti got a good watering. Next week the mountains will have an intense viridescence that is seen only in the spring time. Jan-March is springtime here in Phoenix.

Monday at 7AM I have a long-overdue dentist appointment. I hope it is nothing worse than gum inflammation that needs a good cleaning. My mouth is already beginning to feel better, as is the wont upon making an appointment with the doctor.
Weigh-in Wednesday revealed I am 79.4 kilos down from 80.1 This was achieved by simply cutting out the nasty chips et. al. and watching portions.* I do miss the booze . I remembered I forgot to open my two Christmas bottles of scotch and now it’s ‘too late’ if I am to keep my promise to wait until 1 February. I do try to keep my promises, especially when I remember them.

I learned today another relative has died, my Uncle Mick, who was husband to my father’s sister. This makes two of that generation to go so close together. Once again it’s time to gather up again the brothers and cousins of my generation for a family funeral. This one will to be in Palm Springs, so that’s just a drive for me. Uncle Mick was a prominent man who had lots of GOP contacts. I would not be surprised if I were to see at his funeral right-wing big-wigs and celebrities. Mother told me once while visiting him at his golf resort in Desert Springs, CA she was sitting near Dick Cheny who was a bit boisterous. She asked him politely to make less noise. **

*Some folks on FB took mild umbrage I am using metric but I am at heart a scientist. Last time I checked only The States and Liberia don’t use metric.

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Better to see the Dentist sooner than later (I might hold a record for putting it off.) I understood the metric thing. I would forget something about the Scotch. Sorry about the loss, not the reason you wanted to go to Palm Springs, if you run into Dick, be careful, he shot a friend once.

When I remember, I use metric and Celsius [in brackets] in my posts. I had to think for a second to remember if I used metric, since I often talk about the temperatures — Hello, Wisconsin! — but seldom about sizes, weights or volume. I am no scientist but I am aware that there is a great big world beyond the borders of the US of A and that some of my readers live there.

My condolences on the loss of your uncle. My mother and father each had five siblings. My father died four years ago, my mother is going strong at 87. I have one aunt and one uncle left, my mother’s youngest sister and my father’s youngest brother. In my childhood, aunts and uncles and cousins were important people. One regret I have about having moved away from Texas (just about the only regret) is that I was unable to attend family funerals.

This past Friday night for us Death was very present, there was a memorial service for an acquaintance of ours, then our neighbour’s ex-husband died suddenly and another neighbour was taken away by the paramedics, she was unresponsive and it looked dire. Sorry to hear about your uncle, my condolences. As for the gentleman who complained about the metric thing, no worries when he attempts to cross the border again to the friendly Dominion to the North, we are waiting for him, such effronterie cannot go unpunished. So glad that we have the same weight now. Enjoy your weekend. P.S. maybe it is time to renew your Republican membership.

Once upon a time I used to always vote Republican. From an economic point of view I should again: I am a white man whose income is ‘up there’; the GOP makes me type keep their money and stick it to the curvees and peons.

The U.S. made a very soggy “quarter-hearted” attempt to teach the American people metric some thirty or more years ago. A jingle was repeated on the radio and TV endlessly: A gram is the weight of a single raisin — now isn’t that AMAZIN’ ? I think that alone killed metric in this country dead.

If the United States were a person, she thought it ‘cool’ to try to learn a foreign language (metric) but never really practiced it outside of the classroom. What few words she learned she forgot and after all She doesn’t travel much and when she does people will speak english anyway.

I love that you use metric. I wish I had learned it before moving to Spain. I do my best now. By the way, since you are now back under 80 kilos, you are small enough (although, I know, well over four feet) to go on the summer trampolines on the beach here.

Sorry to hear of your uncle’s passing. Hopefully he passed peacefully in his sleep. But what’s s big-wig GOP living in Palm Springs? Seems like an oxymoron (GOP and Palm Springs, that is). I remember when the States tried to convert to the metric system in my childhood days. It never took off.

He/aunt were in Desert Springs, which is ‘next door’ to Palm Springs. It is quite a different cup of tea indeed. We are talking major money and the conservative means and thoughts that go along with such.